I leaned closer to my friend, trying to get her to hear my voice over the loud booming of the bass in the room. After trying to get my point across several times, she just kinda waved me off, failing her arms in a drunken stupor that I assume was supposed to look like dancing.
I following the mass of people flooding outside of the club, stumbling a bit as I got onto a deserted street. Eventually, I arrived at my car, and I fumbled for my purse. Frowing, I looked down. "Oh." I left it at the club. Nice one, Sky.
I shrugged and started the trek back to the run down pub, the low thump of the music my only true guide with where I was going. My gaze travelled along the empty road, and although it was a bit hazy, I saw that it was kind of... scary.
There were dark alleyways between rundown buildings, trash littering the empty road, and streetlights flickering. The natural creepiness of the place mixed with my weird drunk thoughts made it some sort of horror film.
The wind suddenly picked up, making my long, wavy brown hair blow into my face and stick to my lip gloss. I groan, thoughts of horror movies slipping from my mind as I stopped to try and fix the sticky mess.
Eventually, I fixed it, buy my first step involved wobbling, a hole in the pavement, and rolling my ankle. I fell down with a high pitched squeal. My face contorted in pain as I clutched my ankle, muttering a string of four letter words that my mother would not approve of.
A low voice coughs, and I look up to see a man smiling down at me. He sticks a hand out, "Would you like some help?"
A offer a sheepish smile, taking his hand and, not so gracefully, standing up. I wince when my foot touches the ground, pain shooting up my leg. His eyebrows furrow in concern. I throw an arm over his shoulders. "I kinnnndofff twisssted myankle."
I think he understood, regardless of my drunken speech impediment, because he let his arm snake around me waist. He helped me hobble a few feet before suddenly covering my mouth with his hand and ducking into an alley.
My eyes widened with fear and pain of the ankle he suddenly didn't care about. Tears blurred my vision as I tried to scream, the salty taste of his hand getting in my mouth.
He wrapped his hands around my throat, forcing his disgusting mouth on mine. Now, instead of salt, I tasted alcohol and cigarettes. After a few torturous minutes, he detached his lips from mine, leaving me gasping for air.
My heart was pounding a million miles per hour as he shoved a gag in my mouth and tied it behind my head. I winced when he tied my hair in the knot as well, buy he obviously didn't care.
With a shove, I was once again on the wet concrete, my elbow smacking the hard ground. Tears flowed freely down my face, only to be absorbed into the cloth in my mouth.
I tried to crawl away, but this only resulted in him grabbing my face. He growled, "Don't fucking move, you slut. You wouldn't even be here if you weren't dressed like a whore."
I sobbed, letting him toss me back to the spot behind the dumpster. I sent a mental string of prayer to whoever was listening, please make someone walk by.
There was no sign of the nice man I had met just minutes ago, only a barbaric monster.
His cold hands grabbed me, tightly securing a zip tie around my hands. The cold plastic dug into my skin, making the tears flow faster.
I let out a muffled scream as he straddled me, attempting to squirm away from him. I looked away with a sob, squeezing my eyes shut.
Please don't let him touch me please don't-
He grabbed my face again and forced me to look at him, his fingernails digging into my cheeks. He grunted, kind of grinding on me. "You're such a fucking whore. A good for nothing, slut."
I sobbed as his hands travelled my body, running over my boobs and stomach. "You're disgusting. Used. A whore. You deserve this."
He reached down and pulled my dress up until everything from my stomach down was exposed. He ripped off my underwear, leaving me exposed.
A sob shook my body and he stood up, taking his pants and boxers off. I tried to scream again as he knelt down, yanking my legs apart and slamming into me.
He did it over and over again, and I tried to scream the entire time. He kept mumbling "whore" and "slut", and I cried. I cried and cried, wishing I couldn't feel the familiar tightening in my abdomen. My scream died in my throat as I climaxed, my body going limp as as he slapped me and kept going, having not yet finished.
Eventually, he pulled out cumming onto my stomach. "See, you enjoyed it. You will always be a whore."
After clothing himself, he put my underwear back on and started yanking my dress down.
He pulled a knife. "Now you're going to die. Just like all whores should."
But before he could touch the blade to me, a voice sounded down the alley. "Hey!"
He looked up before running down the alley, his footsteps echoing.
Some guy approached me, and sobs still shook my body. His face was a mask of worry, and he knelt down by me, pulling out his phone. I let out a muffled scream, shaking my head no. No one could know.
He looked uneasy, but listened to me. He fixed my dress and untied the gag, careful not to pull my hair. After it was off, he used the end that was not in my mouth to wipe away the spit that was left over.
I shied away when he pulled out a knife, but he put his hands up. "Hey, hey, hey, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just cutting the zip tie. I promise." He slowly moved and cut it, putting the knife away afterwards. "See?"
I looked up into his hazel eyes, seeing nothing but concern. His short black hair was slightly falling in his eyes, but his full attention was on me, so he didn't seem to notice.
He bit his lip, looking around. "I'm assuming you don't want anyone to find out about this? That's why you didn't want me calling the cops?" I nod, too exhausted to speak. After a moment, he says, "Do you want me to take you home, then?"
I furiously shale my head, croaking out 'roommate'.
"Then I'll take you back to my place. Only if that's okay with you though." By the look in his eyes, I didn't really have a choice. This man was going to help me no matter what. I nodded my head, letting his scoop me up. Then, the world went dark as I blacked out.
